I Don't Miss Mumbai

Today, I am missing Mumbai. And it is not only today, there have been days and nights in these past two years when I have missed it. You know, ever since I completed my graduation, I wanted to go to Bombay. It has always been the city of my dreams and aspirations. It has been a city of hopes and highs. Even Mumbai has never failed to impress me and when

I finally moved there after years of dreaming and chasing in 2019, I could feel the shrill of that 'hope' inside me. I felt more alive just like the raindrops of mumbai rains, wanting to damp anyone and everyone, just like the pace of mumbai local, craving to reach its destination even faster than the time and speed, and just like edifice of Mumbai, inspired to touch the sky. Coming back from it in 2020 was no less than a heartbreak for me.

Perhaps, it is not the mumbai that I miss. It is the time that I have spent there dreaming, chasing my dreams, learning, falling, growing, fulfilling my desires, again dreaming and being unstoppable. I miss teekhi mirchi of vada pao that has taught me the spice of life, I miss Juhu Tara road which has shown me the depth of my dreams with the waves of Juhu beach passing over it, and I miss the soul of developing Bombay that even today has the audacity to accommodate millions of dreamers like me with an open heart and a wide smile. So yes, I don't miss Mumbai, I miss the soul of it.